It has come to this...the child stumbles his last

[Dawali Amara]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Hehe, well it was! And yes, that sounds good :] Word Count: 376 His two ears moved one way and the other, and his neck was stretched as if that could improve his hearing. No, his senses did not fool him. Oh, he should have known. He should have not announced his presence, but snuck into every house until he found the beast. He was inexperienced, and would do rookie mistakes. No, his hearing was not tired - all his nerves and senses on end, and there was no sound but the beating of water and the occasional roaring of thunder. The ground shook below his paws as he reluctantly moved towards one of the houses, a strike of the storm shaking through the city as a wave of dark sound and impact. Gvihita warned him, flashed him angry impressions through his mind, but he did not pay them any attention. In the rain the spirit guide was useless to him, and she could aid him no more or less than Cwmfen could, far away and wounded. After trying some of the buildings' entrances very swiftly, he finally found what he was looking for at one of the doors. The smell did not decrease, and there were signs of clawed paws on wood around this place. The sounds of the storm grew duller as he took some steps inside the walls, and for all his sogginess his furs would not lay still, but was risen like a thousand miniature towers, reaching for the sky. Every nerve, every hair was on edge as he attempted to sneak and map the contents of the house. However, even the house seemed to want him ambushed, as it was littered with planks and broken walls and other debris, which creaked and moved and was broken under his paws. He tried to step lightly, but lacked the skill. He was a hunter of the bow - not the stealthy kind. Around every corner did he expect the large wolf to stand, ready, his yellow eyes eagerly penetrating his shaken calm and throw him into panic. Time moved painstakingly slowly as he crept around the house, and each strike of the storm sent a burst of panic and physical agony through him. Someone would die here tonight - and he hoped it was not himself.

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